No one knows who you are besides yourself.
No one cares to see the real pages behind the book, the true stories
told, and what its made of
No one wants to listen to the words.
No one wants to hear the truth because we are all a little fake in a world that's supposed to be real. The day will come when you can trust and then be broken because no one is real just an illusion we see. We cant be free outside. just trying to get by the rules of life.
We see ourselves truthfully in a mirror people just living in fear of judgment not by others but by ourselves can you be true?
because i cant too
our lives our stories are all altered to make some one else feel better about their story but what if we all have the same play but different roles different lives and different times we found our play so lets play the roles.

Danielle Bradbury

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-one-107/